Reality | Real People Poetry Collective

Nature is Our Life Rope

Let's sit here in the shade,

Leaning our heads against

The bark of this old tree,

Plentiful boughs shielding

Us from the unforgiving

Burn of the sun above.

Let's count butterflies as

They fly past, fluttering

Their wings, so frail and small.

Their little wings are more

Bright, more blue, more red and

Green, pink, yellow, purple.

Let's laugh at the rest of

The world, the small people,

The hollow hearts, because

They don't know about this

Place of heaven on Earth,

And the joyful fields.

Let's whisper about our

Wishes, dreams, and hopeful

Ambitions to be more

Than ourselves and still the

Same as ever before

Outside this world of peace.

Let's lie back on the grass

And look up at the clouds.

Up high, there is a cold,

Unforgiving breeze, but

It doesn't reach us down

Here and moves the white puffs.

Let's smile and snicker

At everything,

Before we step back

Into reality.

Harsh and cruel and kind

And good by its turns.

Let's imagine

For a bit more

Before we have

To go back there,

And leave our world.

Our Little World.